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Big Sister

Pairing: Sister!Reader

Words: 639

Request: Hey love:3 I was wondering if I could request a one shot where you’re Sam and Dean’s sister and you miss your parents or something and the boys find you crying on your bed and comfort you:-) – Anonymous

Author’s Notes: A few things, 1) I tried writing a few other requests we have but I couldn’t come up with anything. 2) I almost cried writing this. 3) It’s a drabble and I changed the ending. Send in your request. – Haley xx

We had just moved into The Bunker, and everything we never had growing up, we just got. We all got our own rooms, we had a garage, even a front yard. It was like a dream come true. Dean hauled my last duffel bag in and dropped it on my bed.

“I would have gotten that,” I said, unpacking another one and folding my jeans.

“Sam was whining that it was still in the backseat,” he said.

“I was not!” Sam yelled down the hall. I laughed and gave Dean a side hug, he gave me a disgusted face before wiggling out of my grip.

“I’ll make dinner when I’m done,” I said and Dean gave me a thumbs up before walking out. I finished up folding my clothes and putting them away in the small chest of drawers. I sat down on my new bed and pulled the duffel over to me, unzipping it and started unpacking everything.

It was full of random crap. A few boxes of bullets, some rope, a flask of holy water. Digging deeper, I found an old Bible, and my own monster journal. Dad had encouraged me to start a monster journal when he did. I pulled it out and flipped through the pages. It was completely full and had small notes and things crossed out from when we had realized that method wouldn’t kill it or the bait was the wrong thing.

Something fell out of the journal and landed in my lap. Something was written on the back of it and when I picked it up I felt tears prick the corners of my eyes.

Y/N’s sixth birthday with Dean (4) and Sammy (six months)

Taken by Mary

My breathing hitched as I turned the picture around and saw all three of us in Dad’s lap. I was grinning widely and my one of front teeth were gone. Dean was on the other side of Dad’s lap with his god awful bowl cut and Sammy was in the middle of us. I found more family pictures I had forgotten about in the back of my journal. Pictures of me with baby Dean, showing him how to ride a bike and bathing together. I still can’t believe they bathed us at the same time. Another one of when Mom was pregnant with Sam and she was showing me the ultra sound. One of just Mom and Dad.

More tears escaped my eyes and fell the more I looked at all these memories. I was the oldest, I remember the most. I started full on sobbing and I didn’t noticed Sam and Dean rushing beside me.

“Sis, what’s wrong?” Sam asked.

“I miss them,” I cried, shoving the pictures into his hands. “I miss them so fucking much Sam. Mom’s been gone for almost thirty four years and it’s not fair. It’s not fair that you never got to meet her, you never learned how to ride a bike from riding around in the garage like me. You never – “

Sam cut me off by wrapping me tightly in his arms and pulling me into a hug. “It’s okay, Y/N,” he whispered.

“It’s not!” I pushed him off and stood up, facing my brothers. “I got way more time with Mom than both of you,” I took a deep breath. “I helped mom pick out your coming home from the hospital outfit. I helped pick out your name, Sammy. I just wish this shit never happened.”

Dean got up and walked over to me, and pulled me into a bone crushing hug. I could feel his body tremble as we both held each other as we cried. Soon, Sam joined in. I held onto my little brother’s bodies as we cried from the loss of our parents, our innocence, and our lives.

Where Is My Shiny Gun?

Summary: Sam finds himself in a quandary when he realizes he has feelings for Donna by way of the obvious mutual attraction between her and Dean.

Characters: Sam Winchester x Donna Hanscum x Dean Winchester

Warnings: Wincest Adjacent, Sam is kinky, Dean is adorable, so is Donna, Dean likes to give Donna massages, voyeurism, Sam directing while masturbating, consent is sexy, Dean’s a pleaser, Donna is hot as fuck, spanking, brief knife play - no blood, breast slapping

Word Count: 7785

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Dean never wanted kids simply because he never wanted to drag them into the world of hunting. However, when a one night stand from a thankful victim ends up making him a father he couldn’t be happier. The mother on the other hand, has some different feelings about it.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

(Complete)

Birthday Countdown

Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 595

Warnings: fluff, sexual touching, heavily implied smut.

A/N: I’m pretty much writing this because my birthday is in a few days, and I wanted to write something birthday related. It’s rather silly, but whatever.

Wayward Moeyy’s Master List

You froze the moment you crossed the threshold of the kitchen. There was flour all over the counter, and the whole room smelled lightly of chocolate. A part of you prayed that Cas wasn’t trying to bake again, and the other part of you wondered if Sam was finally trying out one of your recipes.

But, the figure that popped up from the other side of the counter wasn’t either of those suspects. Dean turned around, both hands covered with oven mitts, and smiled sweetly.

“Oh! You’re home early. There goes the surprise, I guess,” he chuckled as he slipped off one of the mitts. The tiny oven beside him ticked lightly, indicating that the built-in, old-school timer was counting down to either disaster, or something delicious. And, judging by Dean’s skills in the kitchen, it was the latter.

You peered around the room, shocked that the place was as clean as it was. “This is a surprise. I mean, you baking? I know you make a mean burger, and your meatloaf recipe is nearly perfected. But, I didn’t know you had a baker in you too, babe.” You studied the bowl nearest you, containing what appeared to be the beginnings of chocolate icing. “What are you making?”

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Tony and Morgan in Avengers: Endgame deleted scene!

Winchester Brothers 💕

Spn Hiatus Creations 2019 | Week 14

“I do believe in us” - Dean Winchester 14x12

God of Mischief and Sass 😝

Loki sass compilation

#walk walk fashion baby

Bucky 😍🥰

How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.

Dean Winchester | 13x04 The Big Empty [x]

(HOW DID YOU SURVIVE?) they ask.                                                                                                          (I DIDN’T.) you reply.

I just… I don’t know how to say goodbye. (insp)

I hope Obama booby traps the heck out of the Oval Office

watchmojo: That moment when you meet the Watchmojo lady 😱

Masterlist

In case you have some reading time this weekend… here’s my masterlist!

It’s short, it’s weird, but it’s something!  🎈

I hope you have fun reading, and I always love some feedback!  ❤

One-Shots:

Blood And Whiskey

Prank War

Winchester’s Don’t Take Orders

Dude Looks Like A Lady

In Too Deep

Don’t Fear The Reaper

Alone

Moody Blues

No Excuse

Series:

When She Came Back

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Drabbles:

His Shadow

Meet Me At The Crossroads

For Pride Month

As Elegant As Sam Winchester

The Last Goodbye

Other Stuff:

Shoutout

It’s For My Little Brothers

Characters: Winchester brothers x older sister reader. John mentioned.

Words: 1800

You have a little tradition of going to the nearest supermarket to buy some snacks to your brothers and you, just to see the smile on their faces. 

[Angst, fluff, character death]

A/N: I packed this one full of gifs, couldn’t resist :)

You wandered, a little cautiously, through the aisle of the small store, looking for the pie. It was an early fall morning and you had left your little brothers, 7 and 3, at the motel. At only 10 years old, it was debatable if you should be out alone at such an odd hour, but you were independent and also with the information you had, you knew there were far worse things to be scared of.

You found the pie for Dean, and hurried to the checkout where you paid for it along with the candy you had gotten yourself and your other brother Sam.

10 minutes later you put the key in the keyhole and unlocked the front door of your room. Instantly, both of their heads perked up from the two beds, Dean’s dark blonde and Sam’s curly, slightly darker one. To see their faces light up was the reason for your occasional expedition, that along with the fact that you wanted to have something to do.

You held up the plastic bag with a grin, so that they could see what you had gotten.

“Yes!” Dean exclaimed, eyes round with excitement.

Sam giggled with his hazel orbs twinkling, as he followed his big brother towards his big sister. As you put the things on the table, Dean sat down by it. You pulled out a chair for Sammy, and helped him up. You soon sat down too, and then you enjoyed the sweets together with them.

It was a nice, simple moment, just how you liked it. Although, you had already been introduced to a much darker worldview by your father, and nothing would be the same. As you looked at your innocent brothers, you hoped they wouldn’t have to know. But you knew that your dad even now thought about letting Dean in on the secret, which you didn’t know what to do about. You wanted to talk to him, but he also intimidated you.

Hopefully Sam would at least live in innocence a while longer.

You strode through the aisle searching through the shelves for the apple pie, 14 and more comfortable to be on your own. However, you wanted to make it quick, not for your own sake, but for what could happen when you were away. You had seen enough evil to worry like that. Once you found it, you grabbed a packet of pie and walked towards the checkout. For yourself and Sam you had gotten some cake.

Soon you were walking back towards the motel, absentmindedly flinging the plastic bag back and forth with each step. The air was crisp, and there was close to no one outside. You enjoyed the walk, it was the only time you got to be alone. Not that you didn’t like being with your brothers, but it was nice to just be on your own. As you were away, you liked to pretend as if you were no one special, you were just an ordinary kid, nothing different with your life.

But you were needed in your family, you were the protector. Well, your dad were the one who physically killed the threats, at least mostly. But you were the one who looked out for everybody, you were there if anyone wanted to talk and if anyone had gotten hurt. You always wore your head high, your little brothers behind you.

You checked twice before crossing the street, with the motel in sight. Soon you would be back inside with your dear brothers. You honestly didn’t mind being the protector, the one with responsibility. Because they were your world. You wished you could protect them from everything, sometimes even your father and his ideas. Dean had found out though, 4 years ago, when he was 7. Now, he had been training quite a few times, joining Dad and you. He was already a good shot.

Sam didn’t know yet though. And that was something you and Dean agreed on, to put it off as long as possible. The longer he could be just a kid, the better.

At 19, you winced as you pulled the seemingly heavy door open. You hardly noticed the bell ringing as you made your way into the store, slightly limping. Last night’s hunt got you bad, you had ended up with a deep cut in your thigh. Even though you had cleaned and stitched it up, it still hurt like a bitch. Dean had offered to join you, but you told him that you wanted to be alone, you wanted to clear your thoughts. And even though you appreciated him asking, you told him off. Always trying to not showing any weaknesses was a bad habit for you, but maybe that just came with you always having to look out for everybody else; you had to be strong. Some of the pressure came from your dad, but much was self inflicted. But, now wasn’t the time to do a phycological evaluation of yourself, you had other things to do.

You found the pie, still buying it for Dean, because you were nice like that. In your hands you already had some snacks for you and Sammy.

As it turned out, Dean was big on responsibility too. He just seemed to take it on, even if it wasn’t needed. You already had it covered. However, you let him worry about Sammy and the rest of you, even though you still kept the role as the one who really looked out for you siblings.

He was almost taller than you now. You had always been standing tall, and it felt weird. Though, Sam was still a little squirt so that made you feel better. He was 12 now, and already a hero. Your dad, you and Dean mostly put him on research, but when he came along he really was great. Both of your brothers were heroes, and you were proud.

You had graduated school, which led to that the dynamics of the family changed slightly. Earlier, it had been you, Dean and Sam, and then your father who was out hunting. But now you got to go along on the hunts all the time, while your little brothers still had school. It wasn’t something you had thought of before leaving school, but it had happened, and now you had adjusted. Soon, you would leave for another hunt with John, but you had been determined to go on another shopping trip before then. It had turned out to be a silly tradition for you, but you needed some constancy in your life.

You paid for the things and limped back to the motel.

Dean walked down the aisle to look for the pie. It was tradition, ever since he was little he had always gotten apple pie. However, it had always been someone else who had gotten it for him.

Besides of himself, an old lady and the cashier, the small store was empty. And it reminded him of you. Well, a lot of things did, and this was one of them. Every time he was in one, he always seemed to see you. Not in reality of course, but often he had to look twice, sometimes when it was a young woman who shared similarities with you, and sometimes it didn’t even have to be someone there. As he spotted the pies in the other end of the shelves, he could almost see you standing there, with your silky hair, familiar frame and clothes. You noticed him and smiled, that characteristic little smirk of yours.

Until he blinked twice, and you were gone, as always. And as every other time, his heart ached for you.

You were 21 years old when it happened, only in the beginning of your life. Dean was 18 and Sam was 14. A demon had shot you, and you had died. Just like that. He had been there, your blood had stained his hands, and his tears had fallen into your hair.

Sammy was at the motel, Dean was thankful for that and he knew you were too. Both of you didn’t want him to see the horrible scene, and he knew how you hated them seeing your weak moments.

Dean would always remember your pain, the tears in your eyes. How you had panted for air, the blood that pumped out of you. His father’s tears, never had he seen his father cry like that, not since Mom.

How they had to carry your cold, lifeless body out of there.

You last smile; you last words.

I love you. Tell Sammy I love him too.

Then the corners of your lips had pulled upwards, right before your eyes rolled back. Dean had closed them.

He was now older than you were, than you would ever be. He never thought that day would come, he never thought he would survive you, at least not so early. It had been 5 years already, he was 23 now. One year ago Sam had left for college, which left Dean alone for the most part, as he and John didn’t hunt together anymore.

What happened changed them all, for example, Dean had gone to a very dark place. He almost didn’t make it out. After some time Sam had gotten deep into the thought of leaving the hunting life behind, for something more safe; just like he wanted the remaining parts of his family to do the same.

Dean wasn’t ready however, to give up hunting that is. It was who he was, it was his life. More importantly, it had been your life.

Dean paid for the one single piece of apple pie, and left the angsty store behind. He jumped into the Impala, his home, and drove for a few minutes till he reached the mountains just outside the small town. There, he parked the car and sat himself on the hood, with his apple pie of course. The sun was shining, the air was fresh. It was quiet except for some birds chirping in the distance. The view was amazing, snow coated mountains, and dark green pine trees.

He enjoyed his apple pie in his loneliness, and thought of better times.

He remembered you, how strong you were. He still thought so, even when he got older and started seeing how broken you were inside through your eyes. How much crap you had seen, what the pressure on you shoulders had done to you. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, after all.

How he wished he had told you how much he looked up to you, but he was pretty sure you had already known.

You were a light, you shone brightly and burned out fast. And he would always, always, remember you.

Silence

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, sister Winchester!reader, John Winchester

Words: 3400

Warnings: Anxiety, traumatized reader, implied abuse/torture, angst, fluff

A/N: I don’t know what this is really. I just really wanted and needed to write, and this was the only thing I came up with & finished. Anyway, on the plus side, it got lots of protective/worried Sam and Dean in it, and a bit of fluff too, so yeah. Sam & Dean are teenagers in this story; 15 and 19. The reader is their little sister and is 11 years old.

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During the research leading up to the last hunt, the worst possible thing happened. You were taken.

Being 15 and 19, Sam and Dean were old enough to be involved in the hunt, according to John. However, you with your mere 11 years, were to be left out of it — that was something John and his sons could agree on in a heartbeat.

But the demons they were hunting were smart — it had to be admitted, even though their plan was utterly disgusting. They targeted the youngest of the Winchesters, to hurt and provoke the others. Tactical. Horrible.

And although there were lots instances to choose from, your brothers both decided that during those days your were gone without a trace, were the one of the times they had been the most terrified ever. They were in pain caused by worry and fear.

When they found you, the relief was numbing, bright and pure — but short-lived. You were hurt. Not to the point that it was life threatening, but you had a few wounds that needed stitching and a couple of bruises. You were in pain. Though, despite those injuries, most of your pain was mental.

You were deeply traumatized. And seeing you like that broke them from the inside.

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Just to the Brink of Death

BBC Merlin

The reader is Arthur Pendragon’s sister

Episode: 2x05

Characters: Arthur, Merlin, Gaius, Uther, a troll, reader

Words: 2500

Warnings: Little bit of angst, physical fight, but nothing bad

A/N: Hey-hey-hey guys. Long time. I’ve been feeling really guilty about not writing SPN, but I haven’t had any time, inspiration or motivation. Then I decided to just write for my own enjoyment, and then I at least started writing again.

Recently I started watching BBC Merlin which is a great show. Recommend 10/10. I remembered how my mom sometimes watched it on TV closer to ten years ago and then I saw something about it online and decided to check it out. I fell in love and after this episode I got lots of inspiration to write so I did - and it turned into this. I thought that maybe someone who had seen Merlin would enjoy this, and if not, this is just a way to store the fic online in case my laptop dies (because sometimes I feel like it will - soon). Per usual - just ignore if you’re not interested.

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”So your great plan is to kill me?” Arthur questioned, his voice echoing through the room as he leaned against one of the pillars.You shifted where you stood, a concerned look on your face as you listened to your brother, his servant — and your friend — Merlin, and the court physician Gaius.

”No,” Merlin instantly objected, looking up from where he was making Arthur’s bed. ”Well — yes. Not exactly, Gaius has made a potion that gives the appearance of death, without the actual dying bit.”

You looked over at Gaius and he held up a bottle with liquid in it. Meanwhile, Arthur stared skeptically at Merlin, making a grimace.

”It’s fine,” Merlin said, ”there’s nothing to worry about, it’ll only bring you to the brink of death.”

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Appendix Problems

Overview: ONE-SHOT READER INSERT. The reader hunts with the Winchesters, and is one day struck down with appendicitis. How long will it take for the guys to figure it out, and by then will it be too late? No pairings, but a bit of friendly flirting I hope.

Words: 6091

Warnings: Some blood, some VERY light swearing… possibly some bad writing too but I’ll let you be the judge of that, lol

A/N: So I’ve never had appendicitis and all I had to go on was Google research. And you know what? Medical stuff is really confusing. And some sites conflicted with others and I feel like I re-wrote this a million times. So, it’s probably (definitely) not 100% accurate but I think still within the general symptoms of the condition and subsequent complication.

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You should have anticipated that you’d be hitting the bar as soon as the hunt was over, though there was still a small part of you that hoped Dean would be too tired to bother. Not a chance in hell of that happening really…

“I’m surprised you’re not having a beer” Sam commented, taking a swig from his own bottle. He glanced over at Dean, who was currently trying to earn us some spending money with a few games of pool, whilst enjoying his own drink of rum and coke. You nursed your lemonade while trying to pretend you were enjoying the atmosphere of the cleaner-than-usual bar that was conveniently located across the road from your motel. You’d become so used to seedy bars you’d forgotten some places used coasters. You couldn’t help but pick at yours, it was turning into a good distraction.

“Hey, you ok?” Sam asked you, his brow furrowing in concern, reaching a hand out to lightly touch your own. “You’ve been pretty quiet today”.

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“because her daddy couldn’t hate her that much. And he never said anythign nice to her. Y/N was alone. And we never saw it.”

Can I request a short fluff story of Sherlock falling in love with a very sassy actress who seems to rival his intelligence and deduction skills?

Reader x Sherlock

“Know it all.” 

“Egotistical maniac.”

“Smartass.”

“Brat.”

The corners of your mouth tugged up in a smile. “Sherlock, good to see you again.” 

Sherlock grinned, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. “I brought you a case.” 

You untangled yourself from his embrace and jumped up and down in excitement. As much as you loved being an actress, you would give it all up to work on cases with Sherlock. “Too hard for you to solve?”

“Don’t make me laugh,” Sherlock rolled his eyes and sat down in your dressing room. “I needed to bounce ideas off of someone that’s half as smart as I am.” 

“Half as smart? Don’t make me laugh, Sherlock. My IQ is only a point below yours.” You took a seat down next to Sherlock. 

Although it felt as if you knew Sherlock for a lifetime, the two of you only met around three months ago. Sherlock was sitting on a bench at Two AM trying to solve a case, and you were going through an existential crisis. The two of you met, solved the case, and had been inseparable ever since. You were convinced that you were half in love with him by the time the sun came up that day. 

“It just doesn’t make sense,” Sherlock showed you the picture. “These words don’t translate into any language.” 

You grabbed the picture from Sherlock and stared at it. A small smirk forced it’s way onto your face. “That’s because it’s not a language.”

“Excuse me?” Sherlock looked over at you. 

“In ancient civilizations, their numbers were different from ours. Each number was represented by how many flat sides it had.” You explained. 

“This isn’t a message, it’s coordinates.” Sherlock mumbled.

“Exactly.” You looked over at him smiling, only to find that he was already looking at you. “Anything else?”

“Be my girlfriend?” Sherlock asked, his eyes never leaving yours.

“About time you asked.” Your smile grew. 

“Can I pick you up tomorrow at Eight?” He murmured. 

“Sounds great.” You nodded. 

Sherlock leaned in and pressed a small kiss to your lips. “That’s all.” 

With one final kiss goodbye, Sherlock walked out of your dressing room, leaving you thoughts of what tomorrow night would bring.

Image (as always) made by the amazing @starswirlblitz

Jensen and his sixteen year old daughter get into an argument before she goes out for a night with some friends. A few hours later, Jensen gets a call that is going to change his family’s life forever.

Imagine getting in a Fight with your Father, Jensen

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Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six (6/3)

(Ongoing Series that is infrequently updated)

Good Morning Dean Girls

Today’s Theme: That one eyebrow

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Whatever it takes - Steve Rogers x Reader

Avengers: Endgame SPOILERS BELOW read at your own risk

Title: Whatever it takes

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Male MCU Character x Reader

Warnings: Avengers: Endgame spoilers

Summary: Steve finally gets the courage to speak about the love of his life in one of his group therapies. The love of his life that unlike whate everyone believe has always been you. Only problem is, despite how you have survived the snap, he hasn’t gotten the chance to tell you that you are the one he wants and not Peggy because he fears you have already found somebody else.

“So yeah-” the man cleared his throat and nodded his head a bit as Steve’s attention was all on him, and he felt like it was the least he could do after having failed to do the most important thing that he could of all: defeat Thanos and keep half of existence to life “I’m gonna be seeing him tomorrow too.”

“That’s good.” Steve nodded his head own head “You did the hardest part and that’s important.That’s what matters the most. Our lives are in our hands and it’s our job to live them, otherwise Thanos would have killed us too. We must have been left back for some reason and it’s up to us to figure it out.”

He looked around the group, somehow feeling like these words had come out of his lips before but he couldn’t exactly remember when. Maybe they had, maybe they had not. Maybe they were the exact same or maybe they were a bit different. It wouldn’t matter much, anyway. The past five years he had been doing nothing but trying to comfort people, trying to help them move one – hence the group therapy because deep down he felt like it was his fault that things had come to this.

At first it was about dealing with the grief, dealing with… everything Sam had once told him when he advised him to join a group therapy, but after some time he realized the bitter truth that it wasn’t about him dealing with the pain of loss. It was him dealing with the guilt of loss, the guilt of letting down people who believed in him, of letting you down. Good Lord, it felt like an eternity since he’d last seen you and he still couldn’t bring himself to face you, to talk to you and even more hear what you had to say about him.

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“I’m not lazy, I’m just very relaxed.“

“Yeah, that’s it!”